Genre: Urban Fae Fantasy
Format: Short Story (38 pages)
Series: 7&7 Anthology
Publisher: DSP Publications (May 2016)
Bonus: Free on publisher’s site
Rating: 4.5 stars (out of 5)
DSP Publication’s anthology covers 7 virtues and 7 vices, and the theme of Rhys Ford’s story is the vice of lust.
Tam the Fae is the Knight of Detroit, exiled by Oberon to keep an eye on all things supernatural in this struggling city. When a graffito insults the mighty Fae overlord, and suddenly a Knight of Chicago comes poking around, things get complicated for the half-breed, semi-snarky hero. Throw in a succubus that makes his dick get hard over the most unlikely of souls (including a barely sentient tree – splinters!), and the fae’s day becomes more than a little complicated.
This author’s lightly snarky, street-sounding dialog seemed particularly authentic to my not-so-delicate (unless, apparently, it’s horror) sensibilities. The characters were enticing and fun, with plenty of attitude that did not undermine their basic likability (for me). The setting was brief but compelling, begging for further exploration for fans of Urban Fantasy, especially Fae-centered stories in modern times. (I absolutely love Fae characters with the right mix of haughtiness and sympathetic qualities, and this writer does an excellent job in creating interesting and likable-enough Fae.)
Writing – Clearly this is my kind of writing. I bitched and moaned about the lack of intemperant, pissed-off language in the “Canadian nice” story on anger, which is to say I am accustomed to a different (south side of Chicago) brusqueness to language. This Detroit-Chicago story certainly had an authentic, sometimes over-the-top, chuckle-inducing writing that matched the setting for me. I’m not sure how Fae are supposed to sound, but the main character sounded like he was from Detroit or Chicago to me:
Favorite, fun quotes (sometimes sounding a bit like an adolescent trying to be street):
- “Detroit was a wasteland. Sure, there were pockets of the city refusing to acknowledge it was dying, kind of like watching a chicken running around the yard after its head’s been cut off. Lots of feathers flying, wings churning, and legs kicking up dirt—that was Detroit.” Unfortunately there is plenty of truth in that statement, as I recently commented on in a reblogged post.
- “But then my dick was the most elven thing about me, and kind of an arrogant, self-serving ass hat on most occasions.”
- “Death not only touched him, it skull-fucked him, slam-dunked his worthless ass into the end zone, then danced through his entrails”.
- “Just… get your dryad to stop leaving orange spooge all over our bed. It’s kind of creepy.”
Excerpts From: 7&7 – A DSP Publications Anthology of Virtue and Vice. Dreamspinner Press, 2016. ePub.
Looking over the comments that amused me, apparently I have a bit of a thing for juvenile, street-sounding, snarky comments.